Friday came, and before I knew it I was getting ready for my 3 o’clock appointment. I took a shower and groomed myself a bit, brushed my teeth, put on some makeup and did my hair. I wasn’t trying to look too attractive, but I didn’t want to make him think that I didn’t listen to his request. I then put some underwear on. I decided to go with a thong (nothing too fancy, just black cotton) and a black bra. I really didn’t have any so called “sexy” undergarments, but my butt stood out in any panties, and it didn’t really matter what kind of bra I had on, they all made my breasts pop out…

I put these on in the bathroom and as I was about to step out I realized that I didn’t bring my robe. I looked at the bath towel that I used to dry myself and it was bunched up on the floor after I whipped my feet on it and it was soaking wet; no way that I was wrapping that around myself now. I opened the door a bit and stuck my head outside to look down the hall, to see if there is anyone around. No sign of movement. My brother’s room was between the bathroom and mine, so really, all I had to do is make it down the hall past his room and then into mine and close the door behind me before I am seen. I looked down at my panties and they were showing the usual camel-toe like any other pair that I ever wore…

Obviously I couldn’t let any of my family members see me in my bra and panties, especially not the way my body had the tendency to display itself all the time. I took another good look down the hall and started running… As I passed James’s room I noticed that the door was open but I didn’t dare look inside, I just kept running until I reached my door. I grabbed the knob and turned it, at the same time turning my head behind just to double check. To my surprise, James was at his door just looking at me. I froze for a second and we just stared at each other. Then I quickly pushed my door open and ran inside, closing it fast behind me. I stopped in front of my full length mirror and looked at myself.

I was blushing, I looked down at my boobs and remembered how they bounced up and down as I ran, then down at my pussy that was protruding through the material and my butt that was in full view from the back as the thong just disappeared between my round cheeks. I only wore these when I had something thinner on like the skirt that I was about to put on today. I never liked thongs because they always rode up my butt and in between my legs, even more than they are supposed to because of my curves.

I realized what a display I must have put on for my little brother, but I didn’t have much time to think about it, I had to get ready for my appointment. So, I took out the new skirt and looked at it one again before slipping into it. I arranged the split on my leg as best I could, not to expose too much, then pulled the spaghetti strapped tank over my head and down as far as it went. Because of my ample bosom pulling it up a bit, I was showing some skin between my belly button and the hem of the skirt.

There was no amount of pulling down at it that would fix it and I most certainly wasn’t going to pull the skirt up, as it was too short anyway. I stepped into a pair of 2’’ heel sandals since I didn’t have anything higher than that, nor would I be comfortable in higher ones and looked at myself in the mirror. By other people’s standards I looked great, but with the short skirt, thigh being exposed, flat tummy showing, cleavage poking out and toes on display through the thin sandal straps, I hated how I looked. Not because I thought I was unattractive, but quite the opposite, I hated being attractive, especially for the wrong reasons… I just looked at myself and thought I was crazy. Most girls go through hell to be sexy and get attention and I try to avoid it like it is the plague.

My father was to take me today and he was already calling me downstairs. I took one last look in the mirror and left. As I stepped down the stairs I noticed that he was at the bottom, looking for his keys. When he heard my steps he looked up and gave me a stare. I knew that he probably didn’t like my attire and I blushed at his site. Hell, I didn’t even like it but I was coerced to wear it. I blushed and looked away, then got in the car and waited for him. He joined me and we made some small talk along the way. The whole time my skirt was riding up my legs and I was pulling down at it with one hand and holding my other hand over my chest as to not flash too much cleavage. Finally, when we got there I just said that I will go up by myself and after giving my dad a kiss on the cheek, like I always do, I made my way quickly to the office.

The receptionist just told me I could go right in, the doctor was expecting me. The nod in my stomach that I was feeling all day just got tighter when I started thinking about what perversions I would be submitted to this time. I took one last deep breath and knocked on the door. He just said “Come in please” and I did.

As I stepped in, he looked at me from his chair and asked me to remain standing. He then got up and looked me up and down. His eyes traveled from my red lips, down my neck which was circled by a small necklace, down to my cleavage, further down to my now uncovered belly button and then to my skirt, down my shapely legs, tight calves and sandal encased toes. He looked back into my eyes and smiled… “I love that you listened to my request, I like what I see.” He then stepped closer to me and put his hands on my waist. Then came in closer and kissed me on the lips.

This startled me, but I stayed still. He then moved his hands down to my hips and slowly moved them behind me, to my lower back and then on my round butt. He started touching me all over, one hand caressing by butt cheeks, one moving up my back and coming up front and sweeping across the side of my breasts, squeezing them, grazing over my cleavage, down my tummy and the other one going down my leg and up my skirt, touching my bare skin, thighs and the bare ass cheeks. He actually thought that I didn’t have panties on until he found the waist band and then followed it around to the front, over my muff and back where it disappeared between my round butt cheeks. He liked what he saw and especially what he felt. I just stayed there, motionless, letting him have his fun with me like a sex doll. In fact it kinda’ made sense since I had dolled myself up at his request.

He looked at me and planted another kiss on my lips which again I did not respond to, then asked me to please get on my knees. I just looked down and did as he said. Once I was in the humiliating position, he just looked down at my cleavage and grabbed one breast with his right hand and started knitting it while he reached for his pants with the other hand. He unbuckled his belt and then pulled his zipped until his trousers fell down to the floor. Then he pulled his underwear off and it joined the pants. His penis was hard and leaking precum already two inches from my face.

He pulled at my tit and asked me to open up. Knowing what was expected of me, I just parted my lips and took the mushroom head between them at first, licking underneath with my tongue. I tasted the precum immediately and a familiar disgust came back to me. As soon as my pouty lips made contact with his cock head, it jostled a bit and I knew that he had been dreaming about this since last time. I kept sucking on the head and slowly taking more and more into my warm mouth. I was coating it with my saliva and licking it around as I started applying suction like he asked me to last time.
I finally brought one hand up and wrapped my delicate fingers around his thick shaft and started moving it in and out of my mouth as I was moving my dead. Every now and again it would stiffen really hard and then loosen a bit in my mouth while giving me drops of precum. I realized that it would not be much longer and was actually hopeful that I might get out of here sooner if I do a good job. So I started sucking harder and moving my hand on his cock while squeezing and twisting it at every stroke. His breathing got quicker and cock pulsated a few times…

I was getting ready for him to cum, when he said: “Open your mouth and stick out your tongue. I did and continued jerking him. As soon as I looked up at him, he started ejaculating. Spurt after long spurt went onto my tongue and into my warm mouth and I just let it accumulate in there, not knowing what I was supposed to do. When he was done cumming, once my mouth had been filled with his gooey semen, he just told me to get up and keep my mouth open without spilling a drop. I did and faced him. He just looked at me satisfied and told me to swallow. He looked deep into my eyes as my face cringes trying to get it all down my throat. I hated the taste and even more the humiliation. After I had all of it down, he asked me to open my mouth and then looked inside until he was pleased that it was all down the hatch.

He then sat back in his chair, naked from the waist down and motioned for me to sit in his lap. I did, and he took my hand and placed on his softening penis. I took it and he motioned for me to stroke it, so I started rubbing my hand on it again. As I was sitting there like a little girl in his lap, tugging at his dick, he let his hands roomed all over my covetous body. One hand made its way under my skirt and was rubbing my legs and butt, the other one was going up my top, tugging at my bra. “Take off your shirt” he said. I stopped touching his member and pulled my tank top over my head. Then he wanted the bra off and I complied.

Once my boobs were exposed he put my hand on his cock again and put my other hand underneath it, cupping his balls. I wasn’t sure what to do, so I just cupped them and continued stroking him. He was now playing with my naked breasts, jiggling them, squeezing and cupping them for his delight. I was trying to ignore what he was doing to me, and just concentrate on the task at hand. But my concentration was soon broken when he cupped both my boobs from their round sides with his palms and started rubbing my sensitive nipples with his thumbs.

I just bit my lip and continued to jerk his cock, which at the site of my reaction was getting harder. As he continued to toy with me, he started pinching and then slowly twisting my now hard nipples. I didn’t make a sound, which was quite a struggle in its self, but my thighs started rubbing against each other and my bubble butt started squirming in his lap, just as he wanted. He kept looking at my large areolas between his fingers, my face and down my legs, then at how I was jerking him and his cock just got harder until it was fully erect.

-“Ohh, this is so nice, I almost hate to stop you Jasmine, but I must.” And with that he slowly let go of my now slightly red breasts and I got up. He then moved his hands up my legs and under my skirt, to my hips and pulled my panties down to my ankles, at which point I just stepped out of them one foot at a time. He then brought them up to his nose and took in a deep smell. I just looked at him with obvious disgust on my face. He put them aside and asked me to drop the skirt. I unzipped it in the back and had to wiggle out of it and that made him smile again. I stood naked in front of him, except for my heeled sandals, legs slightly crossed in embarrassment, when he asked me to kindly turn around. I did, turning my round naked cheeks to his face and then he asked me to bend down at my waist and grab my ankles.

I complied, and as I reached for my ankles I could feel the cold air of the room on my unprotected little pussy. This is exactly what he reached for, with two fingers that just rubbed up and down my vulva, and between my folds. “Ahh, just as I expected, that little nipple play made your little cunt nice and wet for me. My legs were straight, so my folds were still mushed together. He slipped one finger in and I could feel it make its way all the way to the knuckle. A sigh escaped my lips, followed by a gasp when the second finger made its way in. This time it hurt a bit but I stayed in position. “I still can’t believe how tight you are Jasmine. In fact it is just a rumor that if you have more sexual encounters you become looser… As a doctor I can assure you that this is just not true. Like any other muscle, your vaginal walls extend but also contract back to the original size…” “But even though it is hard to get even one finger in there, when it comes to getting wet, you are the best I have ever encountered. The speed at which you get wet, the viscosity and volume of your juices are just perfect. I guess it make sense that your body would try to make up for the tightness in order to facilitate a penetration.”
He then pulled his fingers out and helped me back up. Then asked me to lay on the couch, on my back. I did, and started getting nervous.

He took his shirt off and stepped out of his shoes, then moved toward the couch and knelled at my legs. He then spread them and pushed my knees apart. I just looked at him as my pussy was exposed to his eyes, moist and puffy lips. He moved his hips forward and positioned his cock at my entrance. He started rubbing his mushroom tip over and between my wet pussy lips until it was coated with my juices, and then he started slowly pushing it in me. I just closed my eyes and took a deep breath. The last time I had a penis in there it hurt tremendously, and I had not forgotten it. He pushed a bit more in, and then stopped… “Oh God, you’re so tight Jasmine, it’s not my intention to hurt you but there is no way that won’t happen. Sorry…..” And with that I felt more pressure and his tip slipped in slowly between my swollen folds. I just held my breath, and he started pushing in and pulling out a bit, each time going in more until he was about half way through.

The pain was moving up through my body, and the face I was making must have been priceless as he couldn’t take his eyes off me while he forced his fat prick into my tight little cunny which was now being stretched and trying to stretch even more to accommodate the new intruder. He started up a rhythm on in and out, having pushed almost all of his length into me now. His hips were rubbing on my silky inner thighs and he was holding me around the waist, not going too fast, but increasing the rhythm slightly with each thrust. As I was getting more and more lubricated it started hurting less, but I still hated it just as much. How could I not hate being penetrated by a perverted older man, more than twice my age who is blackmailing me with photos and stories of my own abuse? As these thoughts were flying through my head, he started increasing his penetrations and making them deeper.

This was pushing my body up and down more, making my heavy breasts sway back and forth; the movement of both our bodies was also pushing the air out of my lungs louder than normal and that made us sound like we were actually humping on his dam couch rather than me being force fucked by him.

-“Wow, I have never entered anything so tight as your little snatch before, if I had not just ejaculated in your pretty little mouth, I would have lost it at the first penetration.” He said while continuing to pump into me and looking straight into my eyes. He could hear my breath as he pushed harder and this just spurred him on to slam into me balls deep. I was actually feeling his testicles hit between my butt cheeks and due to it being very wet down there it was making a sort of splashy sound. He grabbed my hips with one hand and held tight, then lifted his other hand and slapped my left breast as it was bouncing. Not a hard slap, just enough for me to feel it and to make a loud sound as it hit. Then he did the same to the other one and started alternating, smacking my round orbs one at a time between pumps.

My body was reacting to all of this, and my tight cunny seemed oblivious that the cock stretching it was unwanted, so it was sending signals through my whole young body. I was experiencing tingling in my toes joined with a burning sensation in my slapped boobs. Soon after, as he was slamming into me and grunting, I felt that familiar warmth in my lower abdomen and tried to fight it back as best I could. I was hoping that he would have finished by now, since he never seemed to last very long at all. But that’s why he had me suck him earlier, he had planned on taking my pussy today and that was the only way that he would not cum within the first pumps. Then it hit me, “I can’t let him cum in me, what if I get pregnant?!”

“Stop, ahh… please stop” I said while putting both my hands up and pushing back on his chest. He slowed down, but kept pumping in and out: “What is it, is it hurting that much?”

“No, not as much, but you can’t am… cum… you can’t cum in me.” I said finally.

“I won’t, don’t worry, I don’t want any complications…” He smiled and started pushing harder and faster than he had done before. I just looked down and saw how red my pussy was now and how erect and veiny hid cock was as he now started pulling almost all the way out and thrusting all the way in as far as it went, hitting my cervix while he was grunting with every long hard push into me. I wasn’t able to take it any longer and my body lost the power to fight back, so I closed my eyes shut and bit my lower lip as this intense orgasm hit me like a title wave. My vaginal entrance started convulsing and as he felt this on his cock he just rolled his eyes back and lost it.

He pulled out fast, right before the first burst and started stroking it at an accelerated pace, spilling his seed all over my tummy, in my belly button and over my heaving breasts. It was sticky, stinky and all over my silky white skin. I just looked down between my legs as my own orgasm subsided and he was still stroking the red head of his prick as the last drops oozed out and landed in my belly button, joining the initial ones. I just laid there while he finished himself off on me like one wood on a fuck doll and then he just sat back and looked at me.

After a few moments in this awkward position I broke the silence: “Amm…, may I use your private bathroom to wash up, before I put my clothes back on?” he had a nice private bathroom with an entrance only from his office. It only had a toilet and a sink but it would have been OK for me to just clean his disgusting goo off my young body. Nut instead, he said nothing, just leaned back over me and wiped some of his cum off my tummy with two fingers and extended them to my lips. I just looked back at him and knowing what I had to do, I parted my soft lips and stuck my tongue out a bit and started licking the cum off his fingers.

Once they were clean, he scooped more from my belly button where most of it had accumulated and fed it to me the same way. I just kept lapping up what was brought to my mouth in a desperate attempt to swallow it before he gave me more. He did the same with what was on my tits once my lower half was clean. Soon it was all gone, in my mouth and down my throat for the second time that day. With the last scoop he slid his wet fingers between my lips and made me suck on them until he was satisfies that I had enough and that they were nice and clean.
He finally got up and started getting dressed. I had to wait for him to finish and then he told me I could get dressed to while he sat back in his chair and watched. He just seemed to not be able to get enough of me. Just by glancing at him, at the way he stared at my young body and into my blue eyes I could tell that he would love to take me again and again right now if he could, if he had not just ejaculated twice in and on me, if our time wasn’t up for today. The time… I looked up at his clock and it was about ten minutes after our session was supposed to end. Noticing this, he looked at the clock and then smiled at me: “Don’t worry, I won’t bill you for the extra time. But your daddy is probably in the waiting room by now so unless you want to explain to him that you needed more time with my cock in your tight pussy, you better run off for now.”

“May I please have my underwear now?’’

He picked up my thong from the arm of his chair and gave a long sniff… “ I think I’ll keep this as a souvenir, something to keep me busy until next time”… Now go before you have too much explaining to do.

I just shrugged with despise and stormed out of there. I saw my farther waiting and I just said “Hi “and walked down stairs. He followed me to the car, and once we were in he asked me how it went and what we talked about. I gave him some half fast answers, trying to act normal while I was very self-conscious that I had no panties on, that my skirt was riding up my legs again and that I probably still smelled like sperm, or that my breath might give away the large loads that I swallowed just minutes ago and the taste of which I was still fighting with.

I didn’t have much time to think about what I was doing or plan ahead much since my “therapy” started, with two sessions a week and the days in between spent on just being scared of what was to come, what kind of perversion I would be subjected next time, worrying about the things I had done at the doctors coercion or what things lied ahead… With these thoughts I fell asleep that night and twisted and turned around in my sheets until morning finally came.